Chapter 86

Since he was fond of wealth, he was extremely stingy, and this stinginess had to be transformed into cultivation, to be branded into his soul, to become the Dao, to understand the heart, to observe the treasure, and thus he cut his first spiritual body with the object he cherished most in his life.

Therefore, within the restrictions of this secluded cultivation place, there were countless accumulations of his life, which, besides his hobbies, were more about the path he had chosen.

At this moment, watching his lifetime wealth being taken away, the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain was filled with grief and anger.

In just a dozen breaths, the mountain of spirit stones had completely disappeared, and even a piece of ancient jade at the bottom of the mountain, which no one knew why it was placed there, was also sucked into the Bag of Holding at this moment.

"That was the如意印I obtained back then. Damn it, Meng Hao, leave the如意印behind, you... " Before the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened again. He stared blankly as Meng Hao, after absorbing the mountain of spirit stones, looked around. The sharp light in his eyes made the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain shudder.

A bad feeling arose in his heart. No matter how he looked at Meng Hao's eyes, they seemed to be full of mischief.

Meng Hao's gaze fell on a medicinal garden, where various medicinal herbs were planted, many of which were colorful and emitted a misty light from the healing restriction barrier, looking quite extraordinary.

Even Meng Hao recognized that some of the herbs were the same as those in Shangguan Xiu's storage bag. As he stepped forward, Meng Hao, without hesitation, made a seal with his right hand and pointed. Immediately, the two wooden swords whistled and pierced the restriction barrier outside the medicinal garden, causing a crack to widen and not heal.

"Meng Hao, you are even robbing the treasures of the Patriarch. I am your Patriarch! You can't touch that medicinal garden; it was something I obtained at great cost back then..." The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain became even more anxious, the rumbling sound from underground echoing, but Meng Hao didn't blink, feeling even more vindicated.

"My divine spirit grass... you, you... you actually pulled it out by the roots!"

"That is my Heavenly Fang Wood. I spent hundreds of years cultivating it to sprout, you can't take it away..." The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain was furious, his voice shrill. Meng Hao had already gathered all the herbs in the medicinal garden into the Bag of Holding, and when he retrieved the wooden swords, the garden looked as if it had been swept by a strong wind, in a state of chaos.

"Enough, enough, little ancestor, leave some for the Patriarch, don't take anymore... The Backing Mountain Sect is just the two of us. My things will all be yours in the future, Meng Hao, listen to the Patriarch, you are the junior, you should show respect, you..."

"I have always been like this." Meng Hao coldly snorted, repeating the Patriarch's previous words. His gaze swept around and fell on a separate restriction barrier, where only one thing was present—a withered little tree with three leaves. Around the leaves, arcs of lightning occasionally flickered, making the withered tree look quite extraordinary.

Meng Hao had never seen this thing before, but in the Patriarch's secluded cultivation place, there were few things that were separately restricted, indicating that this withered tree must be of great value. Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he walked directly to the restriction. With a wave of his hand, the two wooden swords whistled and pierced the rapidly healing crack in the restriction.

"That is my Thunder Vine Leaf, a rare thunderous herb in the entire Southern Domain!" The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain's angry roar echoed again. Meng Hao ignored him, took out the Bag of Holding, and placed it in the small hole of the crack. Immediately, the withered tree shook violently, and its three leaves instantly detached and flew up, transforming into three green lightning bolts that rushed into the Bag of Holding.

What made the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain even more furious was that after taking the three leaves, Meng Hao did not stop. Instead, he allowed the withered tree to shake until it was pulled out by the roots and sucked into the Bag of Holding. Even a purple flag planted in the soil flew up and was taken away by Meng Hao along with the withered tree.

"You... you even pulled out the Thunder Vine by the roots, you've killed the Patriarch! Meng Hao, you little bastard, and that Thunder Flag, though a consumable with weak power, can only resist Foundation Establishment attacks, but it can absorb lightning, which is essential for cultivating Thunder Vine Leaves!"

The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain was so heartbroken that he felt his heart was bleeding, roaring and cursing from underground.

"Meng Hao, I have a good temper. You are the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain Sect. The Backing Mountain Sect is just the two of us. I won't be angry with you. Besides, many people have cursed me, it's nothing, nothing." Meng Hao coldly snorted, repeating the Patriarch's previous words, and then looked around again.

This action made the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain's heart tighten. When he saw Meng Hao's gaze fall on another place where medicinal herbs were planted, he sighed in relief but still felt heartbroken. This secluded cultivation place was his lifetime accumulation, but even among these accumulations, there were good and bad.

"As long as you don't touch my treasures, the rest... are just external possessions, the Patriarch can obtain them again in the future." The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain gritted his teeth, but the feeling of heartache grew stronger, and the words "just external possessions" were said with great reluctance.

After a moment, Meng Hao took away several medicinal gardens and moved to the next place, making the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain grit his teeth in anger but helpless, only able to curse loudly, with a variety of words and no repetition.

But as he cursed, Meng Hao began to hum a cheerful tune, the same tune the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain had hummed before. When it reached the Patriarch's ears, it made him so angry that he almost spat out blood. The feeling was indescribable, making him deeply understand Meng Hao's previous anger.

"You little bastard is too ruthless. I just didn't give you the antidote, but I did give you a reward, a piece of low-grade spirit stone is still a spirit stone." The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain saw Meng Hao wandering around and approaching a short wall, his heart tightening, and he angrily spoke.

Meng Hao walked around the secluded cultivation place, looking for cracks in the restrictions, but not all restrictions had cracks, and with the passage of time, many had already healed.

At this moment, after walking around, he saw no more cracks in the restrictions. As his gaze swept around, he suddenly heard the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain speak again. Meng Hao coldly snorted, having taken only three-tenths of the treasures, mostly medicinal herbs, and still feeling unsatisfied, he quickly wandered around again.

Returning to the original place, Meng Hao frowned, feeling there was nothing else worth taking. As his gaze swept around, he saw a short wall and walked over. Suddenly, the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain's voice came again.

"Alright, alright, Meng Hao, you are the only seed of the Backing Mountain Sect. I will give you the antidote for your poison. Wait for me for three months, and when I come out, I will give it to you, and then you return the things to me, how about that?"

"You can rest assured, the Patriarch's word is as good as gold. This time, I swear by the sect, I will not deceive you." The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain, seeing Meng Hao approach the short wall, felt even more nervous but did not show it in his words, speaking as if in reflection.

Meng Hao paused, looked down at the ground, his eyes flashing, and without speaking, he walked closer to the short wall.

"That poison was not because I didn't give you the antidote before, but because it requires a great deal of my cultivation to cure it, even using up the cultivation I had absorbed. It is a difficult poison to cure." The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain sighed, his voice filled with沧桑, but in reality, he was extremely nervous as he watched Meng Hao approach the short wall.

Meng Hao remained silent. After a few breaths, he suddenly spoke.

"Why did you speak when I approached this short wall, and even mentioned the antidote? Could it be that there is something here that you are particularly concerned about?" Meng Hao's words made the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain's eyes widen, realizing he had lost his composure, but more so cursing Meng Hao for being so cunning.

"The Patriarch's intentions are good, you little brat..." The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain coldly snorted, pretending to be displeased, but before he could finish, Meng Hao had already quickly leaped over the short wall.

This scene made the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain's heart race. Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly sank, his face completely changing. At this moment, after leaping over the short wall, Meng Hao suddenly paused. He saw, behind the short wall, another restriction barrier.

This barrier looked unremarkable, containing a jade slip. The barrier was not complete, with a crack rapidly healing. Although Meng Hao did not know what the jade slip was, he did not hesitate, waving his sleeve, and the two wooden swords immediately pierced the crack, widening it. Meng Hao used the Bag of Holding to instantly take the jade slip.

Almost as soon as the jade slip was taken, the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain let out a shrill scream, the ground rumbling as if it were about to crack. The intensity of the shaking was unprecedented. Although the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain had tried to break the restrictions before when Meng Hao took other things, it was far less intense than at this moment.

"Meng Hao, you cannot take that jade slip. The Patriarch dare not keep it close, and I promised an old friend to leave it for a worthy successor. You are not qualified, not a worthy successor, and you cannot take it!"

Meng Hao ignored him, his body flickering as he rode a flying sword toward the sky vortex exit. At the same time, he slapped the Bag of Holding, and the jade slip appeared in his hand. Placing it on his forehead and using his spiritual energy, Meng Hao's face suddenly changed. In his mind, three extremely strange characters appeared.

"Seal Demon Sect..."

"Meng Hao, you little bastard, come down! If you take it away, when the Patriarch breaks the seal, I will never let you off!" The Patriarch of the Backing Mountain roared.

But just as his voice echoed, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly flashed, and he indeed did not leave. Instead, he paused in the air near the sky vortex exit and looked back at the ground.

The look in his eyes, when seen by the Patriarch of the Backing Mountain, made his heart sink again, a bad feeling rising. To him, that look was naked mischief.

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